My Story My Dream by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-10-27T17:24:23+00:00

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journey with us, acting as director of the tour. She watched over everything, from the reservations for our hotel rooms to the fitting out of my dressing room, to the setting up of the sets and repairing of my moods. Suzanne is a workaholic. We always said to each other that she never slept, never ate. A pure spirit.

The memories that first come to mind when I think of the Incognito tour are filled with fits of laughter. From the beginning, in Abitibi, just like the preceding tour, we all knew that we had a good product. And an audience that had been conquered in advance.

When I speak of fits of laughter, I don’t mean only among ourselves, but with the audience too. I did imitations (of Fabienne Thibault, Julien Clerc, Michael Jackson, Mireille Mathieu) that really went over well. I’d also had some hilarious monologues and several numbers that I did with Mego. Most of the time, the audience was laughing at my expense.

A few years before, for example, Rene and I had been given an audience with the pope. We had been sent to Castel Gandolfo, where the summer residence and farm of the Holy Father are located. In front of the reporters who accompanied us, I had had the idea of milking the pope’s cows and drinking several mouthfuls of raw milk. The description of that episode in the Quebec media had unleashed a storm of laughter. That hadn’t been our intent, but in such situations it’s better to roll with the punches. So in my show Incognito I recalled my “papal milk-tasting experience,” which drew big laughs yet again, this time without any contempt.

I also told how I had become part of Sobbers Anonymous. SA, like AA, met regularly to help people learn how to “stay clean and sober from sobbing.”

“Next week will make one year without crying,” I’d say in a voice filled with emotion. “I’m doing a lot better, I can control myself, I think I’m on the road to recovery. The proof: I’ll now sing for you,

without a problem, one of the saddest songs in my repertory, ‘Mon ami m’a quitte’ (He’s Left Me], which used to make me cry so much in the past.”

Everything had been written, not only the music and the lyrics of the songs, but all the transitional speeches, the dance steps, every gesture and smile. It was reassuring, and constraining at the same time, almost stifling. Some days I felt like I was in a straitjacket. It was with Incognito, however, that I really learned to become master of a stage and that I understood that it was a place of power. I learned, night after night, to react with the crowd, to become the master of my emotions—and of theirs.

And during this tour, I began seriously practicing what I call my little rituals. During this time, I accumulated a virtual collection of them. I don’t really know how it began. But everything seemed to lend itself naturally to the process, even if it was completely irrational.

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